So you filled your hands

It's batyatoon's fault that now I have to write the story that leads up to this:

Epimetheus tackles his brother, and his feet go flying off the ground. Prometheus is laughing, and the sun blinds them both in the moment before they fall back. Some things are certain, even this early on, and they'll always be young and the world will go on forever.

Oh my Greeks.

Shoot. This makes three I'm juggling now.